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I was born with a coat hanger in my mouth |
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Oh yeah, and I was dumped down south |
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I was found by the richest man in the world |
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Oh yeah, who bought me up as a girl |
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My sheets are satin but my mind's a mess |
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But there are worse things I confess |
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Than drinking tea in a pretty dress |
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And I'm here to tell you that it's not all bad |
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Count your blessings and maybe you'll be glad |
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When he died, I inherited his wealth |
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Oh yeah, and I revealed myself |
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I was snubbed by the friends that he'd never had |
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Oh yeah, who sided with my dad |
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All my riches are beyond control |
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It's the same old rigmarole |
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They say I've lost my very soul, maybe I have |
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But I'm here to tell you that it's not all bad |
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Count your blessings and maybe you'll be glad |
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And as I grew so did my fame |
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I gave it up and changed my name |
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It's catch as catch can |
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And you'll never know who I am |
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When I died, I hoped to hear the angel's song |
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Oh yeah, but was I wrong? |
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They threw me back there in that lane |
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Oh yeah, they said, "Boy, start again" |
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So when you're turning off your bedside light |
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Consider me and my wretched plight |
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Looks like I'm gonna have to get it right this time |
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But I'm here to tell you that it's not all bad |
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Count your blessing and you'll be glad |
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Count your blessings and maybe you'll be glad |